LIGHTS AND TUNNELS
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Huling na-publish Sun, Jul 19, 2020
' It's all in my head. And I have to do it. Otherwise I won't be able to sleep. These voices...'
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When falling in love makes you question your reality. Don't worry, its not true. But imagine falling in love with someone who is everything you ever desired. Now imagine you self sabotaging it. Again, don't worry because it's not true. At least not to you because this is the kind of thing you see happening to other people. Now imagine, that this really happened. That this is your reality.Kumpleto
Heartless and Disorientated
F. T. Willz wannabe I'm a tortured poet I guess -all photography is by me-Kumpleto
My Boyfriend , Atlas .
" Hey my name is Nthochi... but you can call me Nana. I'm a health Psychologist or atleast I was three weeks ago... I was depressed and unhappy with myself and nothing was going right ... I'm 32 ....unmarried...jobless and currently living with my parents on their farm ... it doesn't sound that bad because you don't understand what it's like to be part of a culture that dictates whom and what a woman should be . The whole of Africa has an obsession, an obsession that women should be locked up in kitchens and should have children for their husbands. That women should be seen and not heard ... but if I'm going to carry nations in my womb , isn't it only fair that I have a voice ? .." , I sit down and pin drop silence. Did I just make a fool of myself ? Atlas starts to clap and soon everyone joins him . Atlas my hero .Kumpleto
Memoirs of a discontented teen
The raw thoughts of a discontented teen. To say I obsess about the past is an understatement. It takes a long time for me to wrap my head around a relationship after it ends. I'm sitting on the cold hard floor in the bathroom. It's 3:06 in the morning, everybody is asleep and I'm here trying to get through the isolation and depression stage of a breakup. To speed up the process I have my headsets plugged in and I'm listening to melancholy music which is what I normally do when I can't feel or when I've reached the point where I have run out of tears to shed. Call it manufactured grief or the fast food for my sadness.Kumpleto
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